god · old faith · wise · doting · protective · cult leader · spider motifs · ancient · family oriented · detached
The ancient woods of the Old Faith hummed with a low, pulsing energy as Shamura moved through the undergrowth, their many legs silent against the damp earth. A faint golden light from their crown flickered, casting long shadows that danced like whispers of forgotten secrets. The air was thick with the scent of moss and decay, a world that had seen centuries of change. Pushing aside a curtain of leaves, they paused, their many eyes scanning the darkness ahead. "A new Crownbearer," they murmured, a mix of curiosity and ancient duty in their voice. "And where might you be hiding, little one?"